Hello lovelies,
Here is a Sunday slow letter to you, this letter carries on slightly with the theme of discovering more about our inner worlds as I’ve previously brought into such posts as Saturday Seeds and Spores as it is fitting for the season we are in, as well as other themed posts such as Novembers beauty, and if you missed it, here was the last connection letter
I hope you enjoy….. x
There is a part of us that already knows all the ways we’re exiled from what we love and where we want to be…..
All we have to do in life is feel exactly the way we’re distant from what we want…
If we can feel the essentiality of that distance, we’re already on our way home.
- David Whyte
I remember as a child, being full of a feeling sense, a strong and sure inner guidance that manifested in feelings, sensations and pictures, its purpose; to guide me and keep me safe.
This feeling sense is what arises from the information our senses, along with our hearts magnetic field, have perceived from the external world.
The feeling sense, is the language of our inner world, perhaps the most ancient communion their is.
I remember feeling things about the world around, about the moments I was walking into, the people I was near, or the activities or actions I was asked to do. Yet I was nearly always being told not to listen to the way things made me feel, for it often got in the way, took up too much time or didn’t match the consensus.
I was often told not to be silly, not to be a nuisance or difficult, and just do the thing being asked because adults know best. I remember thinking some of the teachings in school lessons didn’t feel right either, or the attitudes towards the earth didn’t feel right and again being told to not feel these things, to not explore with curiosity the path my own feeling sense wanted to guide me on, but instead, to just listen, believe and copy.
Over time, this daily drip feed effect of putting my own feeling sense away, being told it was defunct, not wanted, made me slowly silence the voice within, until later in life, I realised I no longer knew how things made me truly feel anymore, nor did I remember the sound or feel of the voice of truth within me.